The Day He Signed the Do-Not-Resuscitate Order, I Was Reborn

After waiting five years for a kidney, what finally arrived was not a signature, but a decision to give up.

Qiu Xue waited five years, at last receiving a call that a matching kidney had been found.

At that same moment, she saw her husband Fu Siheng's car pull into the hospital. An elegant woman sat in the passenger seat, and he was smiling down at her.

It was a tenderness Qiu Xue hadn't seen in five years.

On the day of her surgery, she lay in her hospital bed, half under anesthesia, when she heard a familiar voice outside:

“Doctor, stop resuscitation. I'll sign the papers.”

As the ECG line went flat, she swore that if she ever got another life, she would never meet him again.

When she opened her eyes, she had become the long-lost only daughter of Jiangcheng's richest man, the young lady of the Shen family.

Meanwhile, Fu Siheng was on his knees in front of her gravestone, sobbing uncontrollably.

She stood at a distance, watching him, and smiled.

Mr. Fu, the dead can't come back. My condolences.

Later, he pursued her like a madman.

He apologized in public, threatened suicide on livestream, and knelt by the sea, begging her to come back.

She merely smiled faintly. “Fu Siheng, I forgive you. Not because you still deserve it, but because I've finally let myself move on.”

But he didn't know that the real test was only just beginning.